You mean like this?

I have a basset hound. The only time she’ll look back is if she smells something behind her.

Butters melts when she sleeps.

Thanks for the inspiration.

Meanwhile, Butters has something to say.

Clyde says hello. Or maybe F off. It’s hard to tell sometimes.

Why yes, an egg on leftover carnitas *is* the best breakfast.

Genocide. Insanity. If this happens the US as you know it will go down with it.

A trail in Český ráj.

Today at my old job.

Doing my part for language.

Butters thinks she should get one.

Can relate.

Butters.

Clyde wishes you a good evening, too.

This is a the moment when I knew they’d be okay.

@scoutandt.bsky.social Note viciousness.

Comatose hound.

Also hound. My pillows.

This is Clyde. He commandeered that basket just before Christmas. He is not taking any questions.

I confess this was my inspiration.

Low and slow. IYKYK.

She went to the dog park this morning. She spends her time there *sprinting* and barking. Fastest basset I’ve ever seen.

This is Butters. Got her from a rescue group a year ago. My sixth basset. She is the best.

There may never be a better metaphor for the US in 2025.

She’s great! All basset and sweet as she can be. Also, obstinate and … basset.

Butters is dreaming of them.

Not that cave or those people, but the name lives on. This was in the Czech Republic.

I’m Antifa!

She’s a kid magnet at the local brewpub.